MANIFESTING GOALS: WHAT YOU DON’T IS IMPORTANT TOO

This is my third attempt at writing about an aspect of manifesting goals that came to mind while I was in the liquid think tank this morning.

The shower.

I was thinking of an email exchange with a friend who has recently attained a major goal.  

One he’d been working toward for years!

During that time in which we traveled parallel lanes as we went for goals we did what we could to support each other’s efforts.

Sometimes acting as a cheering coach, other times a sympathetic ear.

I recently suggested he read Neville Goddard’s Be What You Wish and while it may seem an odd suggestion if he’s achieved his goal, it’s actually a critical piece of the puzzle if he doesn’t want to lose what he’s achived.

Most people, myself included, think of the action items they need to do to achieve the goals.  What about what you need to avoid?

Whether you are on the path toward the goal, you have recently achieved it, or you’ve had it for awhile what you don’t do is as important as what you do if you want to attain and/or maintain it.  

Fortunately, you can use Neville’s approach for either.

Let’s say your goal is to be a successful consultant.  Depending on the industry some of the tasks you’d need to do would be take specialized training, subscribe to an industry publication.

Perhaps join a professional association.  

But what shouldn’t you do?

In a nutshell, you’d need to avoid actions, situations, and individuals that would negatively impact your efforts.

You’d do well to avoid activities that would distract you from what you should be doing as well as avoiding people who aren’t supportive of your efforts.

The last one can be trickier than you might imagine because it may not be obvious at certain points along the path to your goal.

As I thought about strategies that might help my friend in determining next steps I considered the importance – now that he’s achieved his goal – of finding people who can help him sustain it.  Not just people like me who are happy for him, but peers with whom he can share ideas and embrace this new place in his life.

People who would understand the enormous effort that went into it.

Since it may not be obvious where and how to find these people – outside professional organizations – it makes sense to go back to Neville’s strategy.

What would a person who achieved this do?  How would they spend their time and with who?

I’m not suggesting turning your back on friends but it is critical to be around people who can support who you are and where you want to go next.  

Who can help you maintain this new phase of your life.

If it’s related to a specific goal, it’s likely you’d want to narrow your search.

You recently passed the bar. What is the next most important thing to do?

If it’s related to a lifestyle goal, you would also want to narrow your search.

You moved to a new state.  What unique activities do the locals do that would help you feel the place home and feel like a local?

Perhaps most importantly, what do you need to let go of?

  • Unless there’s a valid reason you may not want to hang around college after you’ve graduated and passed the bar.
  • It wouldn’t make sense to tell everyone in your new state how much you miss your old state or why a certain store or brand or activity in your old state is superior to anything available in your new state.

While taking this step can happen at any point along the journey to your goal, starting early would be helpful.  

  • If you are studying to be a lawyer, subscribe to legal journals, join a professional organization, find and hang out with other attorneys
  • Visit the new state before moving if possible so that by the time you move it already feels like home.  If you can’t?  Read up as much as you can about it and/or subscribe to a magazine dedicated to a major city there.

No Time Like the Present

Sooner is better.

We go through a number of transitions along the path to our goal.  We grow and become.  If we embrace these changes up front by realizing ahead of time who we need to be, we bring the goal to life that much sooner.

Be sure to include what you won’t do or who you won’t be in your planning.

Letting go of that which no longer serves.

Don’t forget to celebrate your victory, but equally as important, hold on to what you’ve achieved.

Honor yourself.

WHITEBOARD? MY INK AND KEYSTROKES RUNNETH OVER

Note: Longer post.

I don’t know if I should love my work-away-from-home place or hate it.

I’m guessing love is the better option.

How Did I Land Here?

About 6 years ago, as I was writing into the home stretch for the Metatron’s Army Series, I began setup tasks for what would become Dragon Core, a series originally begun when I was a sophomore in high school.

I wrote 3 full-length novels for the series.

I began writing Dragon Core’s story not long after conceiving the idea for Metatron’s Army.

About seven months after.

I was 15.

Note:  I never typed out a book for the MA series the way I did for Dragon Core.

Until The Dude demanded I do so that is.

In 2014.

By the time I decided to follow the prodding of The Dude and publish Dragon Core I knew it had to be totally ripped apart from the original.

Yep, flushed 3 novels down the drain.

Between Thanksgiving 2016 and when the 1st in the Series was published I redesigned the story.

Even as I kept the original plot in place.

One of the initial tasks I needed to do for Cauldron of the Gods, was find a visual location for Lages’ bar in Seattle.  

Aesop’s Cove.

I originally thought of using J & M.

It was the first place I had lunch while staying in a hotel before we moved to Seattle.

I loved the gritty vibe, the history of the place.

According to the server that first time, Nirvana played one of its signature early performances there.

I love Pioneer Square!

Note: As I write in Psychic Hangover, historical places can be – ghosts notwithstanding – a psychic’s best friend.

I always had a good experience at J & M in terms of food and service and, most importantly, ambiance. 

The perfect vibe for me even if I wasn’t thinking of using it for a novel.

On the day I went to evaluate

It was in contention with a gritty Irish place further up 1st

and after telling Aaron it was perfect I found out from the server they were going out of business.  

I had just told her I’d chosen their location and would give them PR in my series when she dropped that bomb on me.

Wouldn’t you know the owner was in the restaurant that day?  She brought him over so I could explain what I was doing there and how much I loved that place.  

Bittersweet.

Theoretically I could have kept the location but my heart – after hearing they were going out of business – was just no longer in it.

And the other place didn’t fit with the overall vibe I needed though it IS the inspiration for the fake address for the bad guy!

Back to the Drawing Board

For months I traveled a big circle in an effort to find the ideal place to use as inspiration.

Remember I was still finishing the MA series and that includes Metatron’s Legacy.

and found none of them a good fit.

Too touristy, too trashy, too something.

Frustrated, I went back to a local pub I sometimes worked at to not only think over what to do next but to evaluate one last time.

To see if I could use it as a visual anchor for the pub in the story.  

The problem?  

The original problem. Get the right vibe.

It was too upscale for what I was looking for in terms of gritty vibe.

From Cauldron of the Gods

1st in the series:

Determined to reserve judgment, thirty-year-old Clare   Edwards stepped into the darkened interior and looked around.

“It’s just the right balance of gritty and sophistication.”

“I don’t want a dive bar.”

“I didn’t say -.”

“Gritty?”

“Sophistication?  Have you ever been in a dive bar that could be described as sophisticated?  You’ll love it.  Trust me.”

She did trust Lucas Drake, and not just because he was a cop.  The detective was a straight shooter something not necessarily synonymous with a badge.

The Vibe So Needed

Obviously vibe is subjective but as it’s my story and I have to put myself in Lage’s bar – mentally – when writing, I knew what I was looking for.  

But…

Could my local place fit the bill?

Gritty is not a word I would use when describing it.

Hmmmm…

For a variety of reasons including blinders on eyes 

Like those that keep a horse looking straight ahead

I decided to run with it

I have to layer gritty as an imaginative element on top of it but it works…

Wait!  There’s More!

There always is…

In addition to being a visual anchor for a series, it’s a place I’ve been coming to – periodically – when I need to solve a problem.

When I need to get out of my environment because the walls are closing in on me.

As problem solving goes, I have a consistent track record.

Coming here to get out of my space and my head. 

But…

This past week I came to see solving a problem isn’t always the funnest thing.  

At least in my case.

I came to see that as one problem is fixed another if not several more are right behind it.

Waiting for my attention.

For Instance…

When I finished my sandwich this afternoon, satisfied I’d accomplished what I set out to do I saw that I had a rather significant pile of tasks.

The problem(s)/work behind what I came to solve.

Setting the empty plate aside I pulled the laptop close and began a bit of a deep dive into the issue at hand.  

Organizing the task list and assigning owners.

Next thing I knew my fingers were flying across the keyboard with solutions.

And my mind was writing this blog post!

I quickly noted the solutions required additional tasks be completed!

And I needed to start this blog post because it was front and center in mind!

Less than ten minutes later I had a laundry list of tasks to complete

And 1/2 the post written in a file.

While all will bear luscious fruit I can’t help but wince at the additional work I now have on my plate.

Work I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t come up to solve a problem only to find myself hyper inspired by the ambiance!

It isn’t like I’m going to blame anyone at the pub for this quagmire but I can’t help appreciating the irony.

Be careful what you wish for

What Else Did I Learn?

I will try to determine what elements I can transplant to my normal work environment

Home

To achieve balance.

Yin and Yang

This place is obviously an opposite extreme for a variety of reasons.

Elements I know do not factor into the equation:  Food and Alcohol.

In addition to a variety of foods I have wine and champagne along with a nice bottle of tequila that was a recent gift.

I’m saving it for an upcoming occasion:  My birthday!

I’ve never had tequila outside margaritas so I’m looking forward to expanding my horizons!

The Vibe?

A great part of it is the fact it’s a sports pub.

I love watching ESPN and sports!

Sports TV deals with passion and dreams fulfilled

Athletes who started out in a crib like the rest of us

Those interviewing are equally passionate.

There’s also vibrant color and movement and all things helpful for the business side of being a writer.

Read: Inspiring!

Note: It wouldn’t work to just turn ESPN on on my laptop or the TV.

It’s kind of a yin/yang thing.

Music is – I’ll admit – a crapshoot.

I think it depends who’s working the bar.

At the moment Steppenwolf’s Magic Carpet Ride is on.

Thumbs’ up!

“…before the thing could answer me – well, someone came and took the lamp away…”

Been there, done that.

What I know is that I solved one problem and wound up with a laundry list of to-do’s as well as the challenge of figuring out what of the energy here I can transfer to my home work space to inject a bit of that yang energy.

There has to be a balance. 

All I have to do is find it…

MANIFESTING: PERSEVERENCE PAYS OFF

I planned to post an article about Manifesting this morning though one that dealt with a different aspect.  It was preempted by a dream which was not only powerful it reminded me of another critical component of manifesting: Perseverence.

The Dream

I’ve had a lifelong fascination with dreams.  I have always dreamt in color and have had a number of lucid dreams.

Aware while dreaming that you are dreaming.

At 13 I began to have prophetic dreams.  My dad, also a lover of dreams, what they were, what they symbolized, upon hearing of this, bought a book on lucid dreaming for me for Christmas.

I remember thinking “Oh, that’s what that’s called.”

From that day forward I made a point of studying not only dreams but interpretations.

One of my prouder dream moments:  I wrote a master’s thesis on dreams wherein I argued against some of Freud’s more notable conclusions.  I got an A and a personal congrats from the newly tenured professor teaching the class. 

Over the years I’ve participated in a number of dream discussion groups.

Some formal, some not.

As I write in Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal, a colleague helped me maneuver my way through a series of dreams wherein my deceased maternal grandfather visited to provide key information about my career and show me future events, including the man I was going to marry.

6 years prior to meeting him.

I saw him standing on the patio at my paternal grandparents’ house.  When I went to turn so I could get a good look at him my maternal grandfather said, “You can’t.”  

I argued I should be able to get a look at him so I didn’t tell him to get lost when I met him but my grandfather was adamant and drew me to another part of the house where I was shown other things soon to come.

Switching Psi Gears

By the time we were living in San Francisco I was used to having psychic dreams.  As I write in After Here: The Celestial Plane and What Happens When We Die, I’d been living in the city for two years when The Dude informed me it was time to learn clairaudience.

I politely declined, explaining I was perfectly happy to have psi experiences in dreams.

Wrong answer

It was explained in a tone that bordered on rudeness that it wasn’t a request.

When I refused again – more adamantly – I was informed that until I complied there would be no more psi dreams.

He made good on his threat.

Six years later, just before moving to Fort Collins and after resigning myself to being a clairaudient, I was given an immersive class in clairaudience.

In the years between then and now I have had very few psi dreams though I continue to dream in color.

I spent those years honing other psi abilities including mediumship which was an adventure in itself.

Even though I continued having psi experiences my preferred dream experience had not returned.

I dreamt, just not the way I used to and wanted to.

Ask and Ye Shall Receive 

If You Work For It 

Starting a little over a year ago I decided to do what I could to restore my ability to have lucid dreams.

To help me gain insight into challenging issues as well as for creative inspiration.

When simple meditation techniques failed to produce results I purchased a couple of books on the subject.  Unfortunately, they were overly complicated and the methods required too many steps.

My mind rejected the works.

Determined, I kept looking and came upon the work of Robert Moss.

My favorite is The Three Only Things:  Tapping the Power of Dreams, Coincidence, and Imagination.  Not only is his method for getting insight from dreams super simple, the book is filled with wonderful examples that educate, entertain, and inspire.

I had immediate success gaining insight using the technique he describes.

Wanting More.

Though I was thrilled with the success, the experience fell far short of what I was looking for in terms of dreaming.

What I knew I was capable of.

I continued to work the technique and while I gained insight into various subjects I was not satisfied.

I could do more.

Yesterday I spent a substantial bit of time visualizing exactly what I wanted for a dream experience, using one I had in 1994 as a reference.

I went over that dream as if reviewing a movie at slow speed, halting to observe the color and the sensory experiences at various points.

I allowed myself to feel what I felt upon waking from that dream back in ’94

I ran to a computer the moment I woke and typed the entire dream. 

Though I still have the file I did not review it.

There was no need.

That dream is a part of my soul. 

It was that powerful.

Even as I gave myself time yesterday to miss the experience I felt confident that at some point I would have a dream equally as powerful if not as impactful.

30 years later and my whole body responds as if I had it this morning.

This morning I woke before 6.  

With a headache.

After doing deep meditation aimed at relieving the headache I fell back to sleep.

Success!

I dreamt a story!

It’s been years since I’ve dreamt a book in its entirety.

The dream was everything I could have wanted in terms of immersive experience.

Brilliant color, details so clear I felt I was in the house in the dream rather than just observing.

Ignition!

Shortly after approaching the house in the dream I looked at a tech device someone was holding out to me.  Upon reading what was on the screen I became aware I was in a dream.  

Immediately after acknowlging this I took note of what was going on in the dream.

I also stepped fully into the house.

I realized I’d been given a great gift from the dream gods!

A book!

Still in the dream yet fully aware of the gift I drank in every detail including and especially how I felt.

It was a sci-fi drama/dystopian story.

I was further rewarded for my years’ long efforts getting to this point when one of the characters in the dream paused the action then turned to me and said, “You know what this is, right?”

I replied, “Yes, it’s the plot for a book.”

I could feel the tension in the characters in the room.

Satisfied I understood the gift – would honor it – he set the story in motion again.

He stood to my right at a 45 degree angle and watched to ensure I was taking it all in.

I have a pretty good idea where this book will go.

But first…

Aside from validating manifesting – in this case manifesting lucid dreaming after 19 years hiatus – requires perseverence

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again…

I want to draw readers’ attention to other points crucial for successful manifesting

From the article

  • visualizing exactly what I wanted
  • using one I had in 1994 as a reference.
  • I allowed myself to feel
  • I felt confident

Each of these plays a role in manifesting successfully!

It may take awhile but when we want something badly enough we generally find a way to make it happen.

Details on the dream can be found here.

THE KARMA OF BAD LAW

Warning:  Political

But holistic too!

I considered whether or not to post this blog entry because it’s political and that’s not my thing.  However, it’s also holistic.

And it’s about love and that is my thing.

I was sitting here listening to Original Sin by INXS and a funny thought occurred.  If the powers that be [read politicians] in the US move to invalidate interracial marriages – or any marriages for that matter – they are screwing themselves.

When I explained my reasoning to Aaron he shook his head and said “You’re thinking too logically.”  Hee hee.

Before Aaron and I were married we lived together.

ahem – in sin?  Perish the thought!

We debated whether or not to get married at all for one significant reason

THE MARRIAGE PENALTY!!

The tax penalty that meant our combined income would be taxed at a much higher rate.

Newlyweds with few write-offs we were at a particular disadvantage.

After reading up on the matter we evaluated finding other ways to legally shelter joint assets and thus protect each other in case anything happened to us.

In other words we just eliminated the legal need to marry and were looking at a doo-doo load of savings in taxes.

Ah taxes…

The politicians’ bank account.

If marriages are done away with then those couples who love each other and are completely and totally devoted to each other won’t be penalized.

They don’t have to pay into the giant tax bank account that politicians use to pay for services.

And pet projects.

Ah love…

Neither Aaron nor I were concerned about the formality of the social custom because it didn’t change how we felt about each other.

Love and devotion.

We decided if we didn’t marry and we had kids we would just make sure we took legal action to protect each other and the kids.

There are a number of options for people who choose not to marry.

In the end we decided to go through with the ceremony.

And big time paid for it come April.

Had we stayed single we would have paid far less in taxes which makes the timing of this noise interesting.

After years of pandemic shutdown and the loss of all the tax revenue can the government really afford the tax loss?

Multiple governments depending how and at what level it would be done away with.

It’s not like we’ve begun to recoup what we lost.  

The pandemic is still here and due to a multitude of factors life and commerce are not back to normal.

It would behoove the politicians to carefully consider the ramifcations of the revenue loss.

Expenses are not going down. The tax kitties can’t say the same thanks to the pandemic.

If the political powers are determined to do away with marriage between certain individuals they are only screwing themselves.

Shrinking their already decimated bank accounts that much further.

It will also drive people affected to move to friendlier shores, including in some cases other countries, which will negatively impact their communities that much more.

Bye bye real estate and property taxes as well since they aren’t likely to buy a house in a community that doesn’t honor them as they are honoring the community.

Those affected who may move to other states or countries? They’re doctors, lawyers, paramedics, police officers, firefighters, military personnel.

Souls who are giving of themselves to make the world a better place.

The holistic view?

As someone who writes about hapily-ever-after and the passion and love between people I would like to point out that marriage is a legal and social custom.  It does not define the love and commitment between two people.

No one can take that away

Post Note: Listening to Queen – one of the most brilliant bands ever – still thinking up reasons why the US politicians are about to screw themselves if they go through with this misguided path of invalidating marriages of certain individuals…

BOOMERangggg….

and rang and rang…

The world is facing a rather interesting demographic shift at the moment. I’m not sure how it is where these misguided politicians live but where I live there are more jobs than people to fill them.

To the point an incredible burden has been put on youth and college students to fill roles so demanding they’re being worn out – body heart and soul.

When those affected move to those friendlier shores? They will leave vacancies to be filled.

Yeah, Aaron’s right. I’m probably thinking too logically.

Too bad certain others aren’t as enlightened…

OMG…listening to Queen’s Death on Two Legs

“…with your narrow minded cronies..”

The universe sure has a sense of humor

LIFE AS A TAPESTRY

Have you ever seen a Medieval tapestry?

The type used to keep drafts out by hanging on the walls?

At this stage in the game due to age, wear and tear, the tapestry may be a bit threadbare here and there, faded wherever the sun of days long gone lit on it, but the beauty of it – the magnificence – remains.

I have a passion for Medieval art, btw.

As for life as a tapestry…

In my bio I write My life is a tapestry.  That’s how I look at it.  There are imperfections in the threads and sometimes light shining on it may reveal something different than what people might have thought but it’s colorful and unique and – the material woven in such a way as that there is strength.

I recently had a conversation in which I used this metaphor to help a teen see the silver thread in the grey section he’d recently weaved…

Not long into the summer he took a spill that left him with an arm broken in two places. For a long time he couldn’t drive and he lost his job which required the use of both.

After expressing my condolences I explained that this was part of the tapestry of his life and that when he’s a dad?  His kids are going to listen with eyes like saucers to the story that their dad fell while riding a skateboard and broke his arm!

“You dad?  You were on a skateboard?!”

A ghost of a smile came and went and it was obvious he hadn’t considered it like that.

We all should.

The Forest for the Trees

I’ll be the first in line of those who have failed to see the bigger picture because when you’re in a cesspit it’s hard to see the silver thread but…it’s there.

The Pandemic and Kids

I have lost count of the times I’ve considered what heroes the kids of the world are.  Everyone’s so busy talking about teachers and YES they are pandemic heroes but they are adults!  They have resources available to them to help them through, not the least of which is life experience.

Something kids don’t necessarily have and it becomes more difficult the further back in childhood you go.

I think back to what my life was like at that point in time – age-wise – to those I was most familiar with

Teens

For one thing I’d just had my first class in computers on an Apple IIe.

I like to tell my kids I grew up when the abacus was the computer though I did do punch card computing while working at Oakland Hills Country Club.

I considered how the school administration put everything online so kids could get the best experience possible given what they had to work with.

Then considered how my mother and I -poor as church mice at that point in time – could not afford cable, let alone a modem [aka the Internet].

Recognizing such needs the local school offered free Wi-Fi so students could sit in the family car and connect for free.

Which makes parents and older siblings driving to the schools so the kids could do so heroes too.

I don’t think my community would have had the resources to do the like

For a variety of reasons

which led to thinking about…

The seniors whose lives had just gone off the rails.

  • What would happen to college applications?
  • What happened if they were vying for a scholarship in sports or the arts?

Time and again I watched kids step up to the plate filming themselves and sending the video to colleges that couldn’t have them come and audition because of shutdowns. 

And watched the owners of studios offer their spaces upon appointment so they could do so.

I heard stories of teens setting up studios in their homes to try and keep up the dancing or other activity

And parents giving up their home offices to be turned into those studios.

Which circles to…

Who are you and what have you done with my parents?

It wasn’t only kids that were kept at home.  Parents who were used to being away from their kids for hours while they worked were suddenly sharing a home 24/7 with them.

In one case the dad was a homicide detective who still went to work and thus slept odd hours.  His kids were both talented dancers – one going for a scholarship to Juliard.  When was he supposed to practice that wouldn’t wake his dad if the hours were continually changing? They made it work.

I heard stories of parents shoving desks into the front entryway and other nooks and crannies as they tried to accomodate but those kids had to accomodate the parents as much as the parents were doing for them.

Imagine living in a small flat in Europe or Japan or Australia or a small apartment or condo in the US?  Those kids weren’t any happier at being in a squirrel hutch previously used primarily for sleeping any more than their parents were.

It only becomes a squirrel hutch when circumstances mean the walls close in.

These are the events that are the threads of the tapestry.  

And yet…

The same event may have spawned the thread but the tapestry of youth is not the tapestry of adulthood and in this, youth have a distinct advantage.

Adults are generally used to stability so when the silver thread appears they view it with horror.

Whereas kids are more likely to say “Oh, another one?”

Kids only start viewing these threads with horror after seeing the adults in their lives do so.

Heard plenty of stories of adults paving the way as best they could along with stories of how some adults weren’t handling it which put more of a burden on the inexperienced to take up the slack and run with it.

The tapestry

Because of the pandemic and the contuing fallout from it, kids in our world are getting a brilliant opportunity to see how well – or not – the world handled the global adversity.

At the end of the day the silver is there.  It’s the place of honor it gets in the tapestry that makes the difference…

Look for the silver in your tapestry

Admire and value the beauty

Be well

HUNTING EMFs

I’m off for a day of EMF Research.  In a manner of speaking this is one part of my life that counts as research that never really ends.

Though no longer sickened by tech EMFs, I am aware of a variety of non-tech EMFs.

Today’s challenge will be trying to ferret out the source of a change in awareness.

There is an impact from being around the source.

It could be one or more 

  • Geologic
  • Atmospheric
  • Factor X

Geologic

I live in an area criss-crossed with geologic fault lines and though I still feel earthquakes before they happen I am no longer sickened by the EMFs emitted in the hours and days before they do.**

My head will turn in the direction of the epicenter and I will declare, “We’re having an earthquake” before the shaking starts.

If the quake happens in the middle of the night or early morning I will come straight awake before it hits. I always know what it is that woke me, what’s about to happen.

I always say “We’re having an earthquake” before the shaking starts.

Not all fault systems have the same effect.

I’ve lived and traveled throughout the Western US so I have a lot of exposure to draw from.

One thing is consistent, I feel quakes before they happen.

Today I will be making observations relative to other factors.

I’m hoping it doesn’t wear me out too much.  

It can feel as if I’ve been hit with a degauss button.

Atmospheric

In general this is felt as a pressure in my skull.

With a particular focus where it was cut into for emergency surgery when I was a kid.

Though I no longer suffer pressure change migraines I am aware of the change.

My body reacts – usually with a tension I am not consciously aware of.  One of those where it’s subtle, creeps up.

I’m still working out the timing and various temperature threshholds.

It happens when the temperature rises.

Factor X

Involving the M in EMF, Factor X is one of the more challenging EMF related sensitivities I’ve had to deal with.

To the best of my knowledge, it began when we were living in Scottsdale and while I’ve had a version of it ever since, it has evolved.

I used to call it the Weekend Factor because it only happened on weekends.  That’s no longer the case.

I’m also testing one of my tried and true EMF remedies to see if I notice a difference when in the presence of these EMF sources.

The jewelry.

In addition to the materials I mention in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity, I’ve acquired a few new pieces.

Experimenting with new materials.

What makes this investigative work more challenging is that the changes in equilibrium are subtle.  Once I become aware I need to immediately determine the likeliest of the 3.

Or which particular combination(s) of the 3 may be at work.

In spite of the challenge I’m looking forward to a day away from the laptop.

**I have a unique relationship to volcanoes too but that research will have to wait for another day. Good thing I live in the Ring of Fire.

AHH THE LITTLE THINGS

 Having a hairstyle where all I have to do 90% of the time is roll out of bed.

Why I wear it long and curly.  Saves $$ too since I only have to cut it every 7 – 9 months.

Being comfortable in jeans and t-shirts.

So I don’t have to spend time fussing in the morning – so I can sleep longer.

Eschewing make-up outside special occasions or shooting video.

See above.

The stellar’s jays and squirrels deciding to hold their peace for the morning rather than continue the never-ending fight over territory.

So I am not woken up too early.

Having a dream that’s interesting.

So I can lay in bed and think about it rather than just getting up.

A good song running through my head to start the day.

Like Aldo Nova’s Fantasy.

A good dopio is always a good start to the day.

One that isn’t too bitter.

Better is a hubby who doesn’t mind going to pick it up!

Thank you Aaron!

Finding out your favorite author has a new book out?  Wonderful.  Finding out she’s planning to add to your favorite series by her?  Sublime!

Thank you Lynn Kurland!

I stumbled on Lynn’s MacLeod series thirty years ago. 

It was the first time I saw paranormal fiction that wasn’t horror.

Soonafter I discovered her dePiaget series and while I prefer the MacLeod stories I truly fell in love with both.  I just purchased A Lovely Day Tomorrow.

Started it last night.

Lynn is truly one of my very favorite authors.  I started reading her paperbacks, later traded up for ebooks.  There are a few from both series that I reread whenever I need a pick me up from life.

I love how she handles ghosts and time travel!

The bonus is all of this came together at once.

Making it the perfect start to the day!

Now, to work.

Cross posted on metatronsarmy.com.

HARD SCIENCE: I AM A SPIRIT PHONE

Anxious to be finished with the Metatron’s Army Reboot project I’m working through lunch.  As I just chuckled – one of my favorite scenes – I thought I’d open this blog post by sharing.

Excerpt from Bind: Book 9 in the series:

With a glance toward the bedroom, Christine slowly slid open the sliding glass door, stepped onto the tiny patio, unsurprised when there was a flash of light and Dacan was suddenly beside her.  “You do realize if anyone saw that, you’ve traumatized them for life?”

Think about it.  If you were living in an apartment complex and were spying – ala Mrs. Kravitz – on your neighbor and saw a flash of light and the appearance of someone out of that light?  I’m still chuckling at the prospect.

Maybe it’s just desserts for a nosy neighbor. 

I realized as I read that scene it would be a good segue for the topic at hand.  

It’s about perspective.

I’ve mentioned before that I’m a fan of Ingo Swann.  His attitude – he had humor so dry it makes 007’s beverage of choice a rain shower – something I appreciate on a number of levels.

Including the psi level.

One of my favorite comments by the guy is from a video available on irva.org.  He asks his audience how someone is supposed to take something experiential – individual mind you – and reproduce it in a lab?

He then goes on to point out that the scientific method so many cling to was developed in the late 19th century by men who were under the age of 25.  Hm – maybe time to reconsider what so many hold as the Holy Bible of science?

Experience is a tough nut to crack – I mean share.  As a friend of mine pointed out, even if two of us were sitting side by side watching a beautiful sunset the way we internalized it would be individual.

We could share our thoughts and feelings but we couldn’t share our individual experience so the other experienced what we did.

I have always done my best to describe events I experience in ways I felt would help others not only understand but perhaps be able to imagine …

This took on new context when I was lying in bed, blind and paralyzed after a brain hemorrhage.

A neat trick for a 10 year old who didn’t have the vocabulary to describe what I saw and experienced – or anything else outside wanting a cherry popsicle.

EMF Sensitivity – something I’m an expert in – has been an interesting pivot point. Being an adult I not only have the vocabulary, I have the educational foundation as well.  And now I have the experience to share.

Do you use an EMF Meter?  

A few years back in an ElectricSense interview with Lloyd Burell I was asked whether I use an EMF meter.  My response?  No because I AM one.

Well, turns out I’m a Spirit Phone ** as well.

Ironic given I’m also a psychic medium, a fact which has no bearing on what I’m about to share.

The other night I was working on Pin, Book 9 in the series and trying unsuccessfully to ignore a conversation about Lemon Demon’s Spirit Phone.

Key word:  Unsuccessfully.

At one point I looked at the album cover.  My eyes narrowed.  Spirit Phone?  I seem to remember…

I said, “That’s a real thing.  Spirit Phone I mean.  Something to do with physics.”

While the two individuals continued to blab I did an Internet search.  Lemon Demon will be happy to know it wasn’t until the bottom of the 2nd page that I found what I was looking for.

A quick read thru of the article was interesting.  Until…

“…ultra-low electromagnetic frequencies…”

EMFs!  The same EMFs that had been a bane in my life for decades!  Setting the article aside – I wanted to focus on finishing the project – I made a mental note to watch the embedded video.

That day was today.

The lightning part was interesting but what really stood out was the other audio.  What that device was picking up is what I hear with my own ears!

The world could now hear what it is I hear – have been hearing – for decades!

Perhaps more than excitement at the prospect of sharing what EMF sensitives are dealing with was the validation of my research.

Especially what I figured out while living in Colorado.  Ironic, given that is the same state – albeit at the other end – where Tesla did a lot of his work.

As I’ve written in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating and Living with EMF Sensitivity, people who are EMF Sensitive hear the ultra-low and very low frequencies and the brain, unable to reconcile the pulses, considers them a threat and releases a histamine response.

This break-thru enabled me to discover and validate a number of remedies.

Though I no longer suffer from technology EMFs I am aware of ultra-low and very low frequencies.

I hear some of them them.

They no longer elicit a histamine effect.

Though they do keep me up at night while I’m trying to wind down for sleep.

I have learned so much more about electromagnetic frequencies – all of which will go into the upcoming nonfiction project I plan to launch this summer.

Stay tuned!

** I encourage readers to watch the video and imagine – truly imagine – what it’s like to hear those sounds 24/7.

It will give you a perspective of what some EMF Sensitivies go through.

BRINGING LIFE TO THE WRITER

Note:  This post is lengthy.

Listening to UltraVox’s A Friend I Call Desire and working on a fiction project.

Also working on Project Happy.

Andddd….

Making my way through that basket.  

I have work to do!  I need to get some of the crap in there out.

Thanks to a series of events, one leading to the next, I had a very helpful flash of insight.

While listening to the playlist I created for the nonfiction project and staring, more or less unfocused, at a very cool image in my workspace.

I wrote previously that I no longer have Free Cell at my disposal – the MacOS doesn’t like it.

Or would that be the universe telling me to ditch it because it’s a crutch I no longer need?

Tired of having my system lock up because of it I just deinstalled the game.

That it locked up while I was working on my manuscripts?  A message I think.

I tried other Free Cell games from the app store but they all resulted in the system locking up.

Always while I was in MS Word working on a book.

I have not had one problem since de-installing the game.

Message received.

The insight was accompanied by a wonderful feeling; a feeling that immediately mapped to an image, from when I was with my dad in So Cal.

Both when I was a teen after my parents divorced (Downey, CA) and then later (Norwalk, CA) when I visited while waiting for my Sunnyvale Apartment to be ready to move into.

What each of those times have in common, along with a third non-California image, are that I was incredibly prolific in fiction.

I kicked out books in weeks while staying with him.  That second time?  I finished a book I’d been working on for years but had set aside – in a week.

Obviously, there’s something about the place.

That was the point.

Something I will be writing about in the upcoming nonfiction project.

Hint:  It has to do with geologic EMFs.

There’s a point to this.

Understanding I was being given important information I focused on that wonderful feeling.

Specifically, why had it been so long since I’ve felt it?

Fortunately, in remembering it I was able to feel it again.  

It means I’m capable still.  The potential hasn’t been ripped out – by life.

Deep diving into what happened between then and now I came to see that certain events – and the individuals behind them – put a serious dent in my dreams.

These events happened in my early 20s; some during the Corporate Black Hole era.

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing.

There’s a scene in Metatron’s Legacy, one character talking with another:

“And the Iconoclast took advantage of that fear, crushed your hope by playing into it.  He crushed your dreams by exploiting your fear.  That’s what evil does, exploits your dreams, turns them against you, convinces you they can never come to be even as they lie and tell you they will help you make them happen.”

I was able to write this scene because I’m all too familiar with the elements in it, having been on the receiving end of it both in and out of the Corporate Black Hole.

I had more dreams than just being a successful fiction writer.

This issue was sitting in the basket, not too far from the bottom.  It’s an item I didn’t realize was taking up so much space though I was aware of it.

I  knew someday I’d have to address it.

Knowing the what isn’t the same as knowing how.

Though I have a couple of ideas.  More music?  Definitely.

Not Alone.

It helps that I don’t have to pull this off on my own.

The universe obviously wanted me to deal with the crap in the basket that isn’t mine. 

A number of random recent emails and/or texts have been tools to deal with the situation.

It isn’t just friends.

Readers have been in my corner as well, something I am truly grateful for.

Patience and understanding with all those web changes?  Switchbacks as I make my way forward?

Ironic – as I’m writing this? The lyrics “…but I’ll never betray your trust…” from Angel Mine by the Cowboy Junkies are coming over the headphones.  It is trust between writer and reader.

Something I’ve worked not to betray.

To give you an idea how eclectic this particular list is, I’m now listening to Army of Me by Bjork.

I also have Cracker, Blue Oyster Cult, Breaking Benjamin, Gary Numan, and Ultravox on this particular list.

This item is one of the slimier icky things in the basket.

With roots that spiderwebbed their way into other items also in the basket.

It’ll take a bit of finesse to deal with it.

The Plan.

A big part of the resolution is simply emptying the basket of what isn’t mine.  For the most part this consists of labels, judgments, and/or other items that do not properly reflect reality.

Deepak Chopra does an excellent job articulating this concept when he writes about how so many labels are put on us like so many coats on a rack. 

It directly ties into the challenge of how I organize my writing, both with genre and on the website.

How do I do justice to all the facets of me as a writer?

Where did this come from?

Well…

It was in the basket.

Why now?

Several months ago I made a Feng Shui tweak that set this all in motion.

And my head’s been spinning ever since.

And now?

The plan is to keep going forward.  I have a lot of projects in various states of completion.  My objective?  Get them completed!

Where do I put this?

That’s the question, isn’t it?

Still.

I have a couple of ideas I’m tossing around.  In order to give them context I need to reprint a nonfiction book I’d pulled.

Because I couldn’t figure out where to put it in the catalogue!

It’s a book on surviving child abuse.

I remember, all too well, the giant silence after I released it in 2013.

The Silent Ones.

I was so unnerved by the cosmic silence that Aaron made a point to use science to help out.

He explained that it was simply a case of action/reaction.  I’d sent energy into the universe.  It took time for the reaction.

He also explained that though people may not comment, it didn’t mean they had a negative reaction.

He called them the Silent Ones.

It helped me get through those early weeks when there was nothing but silence, though a few people did reach out in support, including one guy who said, “You let them off easy.”

I told him, “Yeah, well there are a lot of innocents who have nothing to do with this and I don’t want them pulled into it.”

I also didn’t want to feed the ghouls who gorge on this kind of drama.

I still don’t but I have a plan.

What Else?

I’m still working!

I wrote scripts today for videos providing insight into the writing of Dragon Core and Metatron’s Army.  They will be available soon.

Stay tuned.

Goals in a Basket

Note:  This will be a longer post.

Hope everyone is doing as well as possible in the chaos of Covid if not winter in North America which seems to be particularly crazy in some places.

I’ve been keeping busy – working on current projects and also laying the foundation for one scheduled for late spring/early summer 2022 launch.  

There’s more work to do but so far so good in terms of bringing the vision to life.

That  doesn’t mean there haven’t been challenges.  

Challenges I expected.  Everything grinding to a crawl?

The process of laying that foundation exposed an issue I wasn’t aware of.  Thanks to the help of two friends I was able to ferret out what was going on and come up with a way to deal with it.  As it’s a challenge I think many may face in life I decided to share the details.

It may help.

It all started when I mentioned to a friend there was a career goal I hadn’t yet met. 

 I was pretty disillusioned about it.

In a reply she wrote:  “I don’t think I understand.  From where I am you …”

She went on to describe how she read the situation.

I’m very grateful to her for taking the time. It really helped me.

As I read the words I couldn’t help thinking how we may not see ourselves as others see us.  For me this is more that I don’t feel as others see me.

For an empath this wording is significant.  It definitely affected how I approached closing that gap.

To start I asked myself why I didn’t feel like the writer I appear to be.  

And am.

What was missing?

After a bit of introspection I decided that in spite of the fact I am prolific working on the couch in pajamas, it wasn’t sending the right message.

I’d tried remedying this situation before but the desks were always too big or too small.  Same with the chairs.  

As luck would have it my son found a desk and chair for himself that is the perfect size for me.  Using those measurements I found a desk and chair I liked, happily set it up in a place in the dining room that seemed the perfect location.

I take a variety of factors into consideration – the most important being – how does it feel?

After a short time, perfect as it seemed, I realized something was off. The space felt wrong. Too traditional. 

My inner vibe is urban loft.  

Having lived in one I drew on what elements I loved most to try to accent the space.

Without having it look ridiculous as the styles were different.

Turns out some of what I had in my room in high school fit perfectly.  Specifically, a Sad Cafe album cover that I always loved.  Aaron, who is good at hunting down vinyls in good condition, ordered it for me.  I framed it, set it on a very cool easel in the space.

I then added Martin Briley’s One Night With a Stranger.  I love that artwork too as it’s such a talking piece.

But something was still off.  So much so that my career efforts ground to a crawl.

At least they weren’t a halt – that would have really amped the stress.

About this time I heard from a friend who recently achieved a major life and career goal.  An engineer, he synthesized my frustrations in such a way I got the next piece in the puzzle.

The puzzle of Why is this happening?  Why don’t I feel like the writer I am?  

After all, I had my cool space.

At the same time he wrote of challenges he was dealing with.

Many were parallel to mine.

In writing a response I stumbled on the answer to my problem.

The Basket!

I explained it like this.  Let’s say we have a goal.  

We know what we want or who we want to be as a result of the goal. 

 Now let’s say we’ve been given a basket to use to attain the goal.  In it are the following items:

  • Items to help
  • Items to block
  • Items others added

I decided to focus primarily on the first two, paying particular attention to the block.  Why didn’t I feel the way people saw me?

It isn’t that other people’s opinions matter more.  The way my friend laid things out it made it seem I was closer to that career goal than I realized.  That made me ask how come?  How come I didn’t see it that way?  

I went to a pub I prefer for occasional working lunches and listed items in my basket into a file.

The two types of items.

I listed what is working, followed with what is a block, and then listed actions I could take to address the blocks.

It wasn’t just getting rid of them, it was addressing them.  Resolving the situation may not be “getting rid of.”  Semantics but important, I think.

 I invited Aaron up to go over everything.  After much discussion it became evident the work space I made for myself wasn’t doing it.

It didn’t feel professional which meant I didn’t feel professional.

He listened while I outlined what was off about the space and offered a couple of suggestions.  They seemed a lot of effort for something that might not work so I tried to think of something to try first.  

In lieu of adjusting the space, I mentioned moving the desk yet again. Liking the idea he pointed out the benefits of putting it in a certain location.  While I agreed on moving the desk, I hesitated on the area he thought ideal. I’d tried it before – twice.

After turning it over I saw that those other two times were with pieces of furniture that did not fit my needs.

A table and chair that were too big and another setup – a lap desk and chair that didn’t provide the right support.

I was also ambivalent about the specific part of the room Aaron suggested. I worried it would make me feel as if I’d been shoved into a corner, an afterthought.

Not a good career message

But it was simple enough to try so I went ahead and moved the desk and chair. 

As I told Aaron, I’m an Occam’s Razor kind of gal – the simplest solution is often the best.

Turns out not only did the new room work the location he suggested is perfect.

The exact vibe I needed!

I moved the accents to the new space and went to work.

There’s More.

While all this went to address the issue I was focusing on – one of the blocks – it’s only part of the process.  There are other blocks I’ll need to address and I may lack a few things that I need in that basket.

Things that will help me move closer to the goal.

Anddddd 

There’s that third item.  

It Ain’t Mine!  There are things in the basket I didn’t put in.

Things that won’t help me.

  • Who/What someone else thinks I should do/be
  • Dramas that aren’t mine
  •  Burdens that are not mine to carry.

These are things that need to be dealt with.

Usually return to sender works.

All that Clutter!

Another problem – for me – is that I put so many “helpful” things into the basket it had become cluttered.  So much so, as a matter of fact, I couldn’t see the blocks, let alone have the space or energy to deal with them.

Some of the clutter came from books I own.

Books on Goals, Visualization, Law of Attraction.

Yes, these books are filled with good information.  Helpful, even.  But that wasn’t where my energy should have been spent.

I was likely unconsciously avoiding dealing with a block or two by busying myself with these books.

I thinned out the collection and deleted other books that were taking visual space.

More organized and less cluttered translates – for me – to less stress.

And now?

There’s more to do but I have no doubt I am closer to the particular career goal I’m working on.

Anddd

I have a valid tool in my arsenal to address areas of my life that may need cleaning up.

I hope sharing this story helps others.

I am grateful to my friends for taking the time to share their feelings with me.

Be well!